I bite down because I like the pain now.
So what if I can't sleep?
I don't know anyone that does anymore.
This is how we can live forever, this is the only way.
Choosing death seems too easy.
I am, however, romanced by the idea of actual rest.
I just feel like I can sleep when I die.
Dreams are concepts and concepts are temporary.
I can't keep lying to myself.
Our memories are the holes that confine us.